#phoe 💕

[justonemorechapternicercy]

*huuugs* hello I hope ur doing good dear! Have a ton of love 💜💜💜 (I like distributing love when I lay sick and i am STILL sick =_=)

Oh no 😱😱😱

You are still sick???? *sends you hugs and love and a whole bunch of healing things*

Get better soon 🥺 amazing demon goddesses shouldn't be sick, especially not for this long :(

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[phoenixinthefiles]

🥺🥺🥺Dang it you found it first

We’d be mutuals in every lifetime

[nataliescatorccio]

A bit of praise and appreciation for you, prompted by your reblog of the post about being someone's favorite: Congratulations on your success!! You ARE my favorite GIF maker. Sooo much talent and creativity, and you are always so kind to everyone! You're amazing 💖

phoe this is just the kindest thing to say!! i am so beyond honoured to hold that position and it really means the world to me 💖 truly, i can't thank you enough, i really needed this right now. the past few days have been very busy for me and coupled with a feeling that whatever i do, it will never quite be enough, so this really did cheer me up and put a smile on my face 💕you are always so sweet and wonderful to me, thank you so much for always being there to reblog my gifsets with the kindest tags and making me feel valued!!

[ogamagirl]

Tortoiseshell, Tuxedo, Calico 🐈

Tortoiseshell: Who has the worse temper? Can you get snippy with each other?

-Probably Soul - he's not usually quick to anger, more like when he DOES get angry he's not shy about letting you know it/getting loud, whereas I tend to get quiet/cry when I'm angry TT;; We've never been super snippy with each other - of course there are moments of frustration and of course we've argued from time to time, but we've gotten good at recognizing when either of us are getting riled up and stepping away and/or just talking it out. Soul used to be snippier when we were younger but the longer we've been together the more we've learned each other's habits/tells/triggers, so he's very good at pulling back now. He's not perfect, no one is, but he does his best in moments of frustration 💕 and I do too! I used to just shut down more often; now I try my best to talk about why I might be feeling angry or frustrated so we can work it out. We'll always work it out - we're lucky in that we never disagree or fight about anything huge! Just normal everyday frustrations, nothing we can't handle.

Tuxedo: Do you both prefer fancy dates where you dress up, or casual dates?

-OH man this is a tough one cause like, it's all about the timing/our mood, both are good! I think I might have a slight preference towards casual because I like being comfy, and he might have a slight preference towards fancy cause he's got a taste for that sort of thing (plz refer to the Black Room for reference lol) but we both like doing the opposite too! There is a lot of fun in dressing up, and while I would say that me "dressing up" usually is still pretty casual, getting all dolled up for something fancy is fun for a special occasion (I will never turn down the opportunity to see him in a suit, eheh .////. ) for most of our dates i'd say we're somewhere in the middle - putting on cute outfits but nothing ULTRA fancy - with super comfy fits for casual at-home dates and super fancy fits for special occasions uvu

Calico: Do you consider yourself lucky that you met them? Do they consider themselves lucky that they met you? Why?

-Absolutely 100% we both consider ourselves lucky - our lives would be totally different without each other, in worse ways I think. We found each other at fairly volatile times in our teen years, both struggling with similar yet totally different things, and our shared experiences really helped each other. I was talking about this with my friend Phoe just the other day - Soul and I have a lot in common, but our differences are just enough and just in the right ways that we balance each other out, and soften each other's more negative tendencies. I helped him to be more open emotionally, he helped me to be more assertive, the list could go on and on! I feel extremely fortunate that he came into my life, and he feels just the same. We are locked in for life, 100%, and can't imagine ever being without each other. We love each other so much TuT 💕

[dee--eer]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEE! I hope you're having a wonderful day! <3

Thank you phoe!! I hope you're having a great day, too! 💕💕💕

[justonemorechapternicercy]

It does work as a plot!

Okay, but imagine a panicked Nico murmuring daily as a mantra that 'it's a past crush, I'm not crushing on the pretty demigod, I have a boyfriend whom I love and adore and would do anything for, I'm not falling for my past crush, why is it not working?!?!', meanwhile Will is lazing on the couch, crunching on a beetroot chips and salivating as Percy is doing his workout routine.

Honestly, this is something I NEED. Please xD

Three Is Not A Crowd? Idk, the title is a work in progress...

@justonemorechapternicercy OKAY OKAY OKAY (because asks have mean smol character limits that were designed to drive poor little Phoes insane :/)

SO my proposal for the Jacksolangelo is:

post both wars. With like. SOME TIME post, so Will and Nico had a chance to SLOWLY get together and build a relationship and also Mental Health Is Important so Nico and Percy got to deal with that shit

post high school graduation Nico/Will moving to New Rome

New Rome being overflooded because too many new students thanks to the Greeks

Peeercy who has now finished his Bachelor and I dunno starts his master or work or whatever, doesn’t matter, his college roommate moves out after graduation!

“Nico. It’s either this, or living with your sister. Do you want to hear your sister having sex through the thin walls?” - “OKAY FINE we’re moving in with my PAST CRUSH” - Will snorts beneath his breath muttering “sure, ‘past’…”

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

bonus points for SUPER HORNY Will, who just. REALLY appreciates the sights in the apartment I mean look at that shirtless Percy doing pull-ups! Amazing!!

Thoughts and feelings? Does this work as a plot? xD

[npinkbin]

Tag Game: “The Dragon Prince,” Edition

Tagged by: @mikrokosmic-starlight @mermistamarryme @rxnaan @generalsamayas @bi-janai THANK YOU

Rules: Answer all 25 questions to the best of your ability, then tag 5 other blogs.

#1. Which Primal Source Do you identify most with? Why?

Earth or water idk

#2. Elves or Humans?

Elves ofc im glad the elves banished humans

#3. If you had to choose, would you rather free Runaan from the coin or Aaravos from the mirror?

Sorry bitch boy your staying in the mirror

#4. Best animal companion?

I guess phoe-phoe would be the best choice but bait:( so bait

#5. Best humanoid companion?

My english isnt good enough to understand this question like does this mean furry companion or what??

#6. You can revive one character, who is it and why them?

Sarai because shes hot👉👈

#7. Otp?

Maybe janaya

#8. Unpopular opinion?

I guess virens 'morally grey' but hes a bad father so he doesnt get pity from me but i do have to admit hes pretty good looking still😔

#9 favourite headcanon?

Janaya:3

#10. Best siblings pair?

Brodigies the dumbassery ugh

#11. Who’s your Queen?

Sarai

#12. Lujanne offers you ice cream, how do you respond?

I blush and accept it even if its like literal shit and she just used her illusions to make it look and taste like ice cream

#13. Be honest, do you have the guts to use dark magic?

Maybe like im super curious and not really that scared and usually down for anything but at the other hand ive never taken pain killers because i think its not "natural~"

#14. Who’s best elf? Why?

Just like runaan himself said she might be the best assasin of them all: rayla

#15. Hot brown morning potion or leaf flavored water?

Hot browm morning potion

#16. Best use for magic?

Healing cleaning restoration

#17. Who wins the best hair award?

Annika and neha

#18. Viren; misguided, evil, or actually the good guy?

Honestly i dont even know but hes a shitty dad so fuck him

#19. Would you rather fly with Phoe-Phoe, hike with Corvus, sail with Villads, or stay home with Opeli?

Cant choose:(

#20. Who’s your crush?

Amaya🙈

#21. You’re being chased by a cotton candy hippo; reaction?

I eat it

#22. Choose a champion.

Aaravos

#23. Favourite scene? Why?

Hospital scenes:(, the emotions god

#24. Should Soren be a poet?

Idk but i believe im him💕

#25. Soggy Socks. (No more context)

:)

@froppavity @groundzhero @florensivy @wlwdragonshera @sailor-moonshadow @princecallumsscarf

[dog-violet]

The Dragon Prince Tag Game

i almost finished this and accidentally deleted it oh shit here we go again

tagged by @mikrokosmic-starlight ty 💕

Rules: answer all 25 questions to the best of your ability, then tag 5 other blogs

1. which primal source do you identify with most? why?

definitely earth but moon is a close second. idk how to explain why, i tend to have earthy/forest setting in my writing and stuff

2. elves or humans?

i’m super interested in the Lore™️ about the elves

3. if you had to choose, would you rather free runaan from the coin or aaravos from the mirror?

runnan for sure

4. best animal companion?

ava!

5. best humanoid companion?

idk how to explain why but callum

6. you can revive one character, who is it and why them?

sarai, she’s a cool character with strong emotional bonds with some of the main characters that would i would love to see more interaction between

7. otp?

raydia

8. unpopular opinion?

i’m not super interested in aaravos

9. favorite headcanon?

rayla being obsessed with naruto

10. best sibling pair?

i love ALL of them but broyals are so soft

11. who’s your queen?

sarai ofc

12. lujanne offers you ice cream, how do you respond?

no thanks i’m good

13. be honest, do you have the guts to use dark magic?

no way

14. who’s best elf? why?

rayla is best girl in every way

15. hot brown morning potion or leaf flavored water?

i prefer leaf juice

16. best use for magic?

making every day a little more fun

17. who wins the best hair award?

i really like harrow’s actually

18. viren; misguided, evil, or actually the good guy?

misguided

19. would you rather fly with phoe-phoe, hike with corvus, sail with villads, or stay home with opeli?

hike with corvus! flying would be cool but bugs

20. who’s your crush?

rayla!

21. you’re being chased by a cotton candy hippo; reaction?

i love cotton candy sorry hippo you’re gonna lose a chunk

22. choose a champion

rayla she’s badass

23. favorite scene? why?

that scene where they drop the egg and after they rescue ezran they all hug i love the sweet moments between the egg trio like that

24. should soren be a poet?

maybe not full time

25. soggy socks (no more context)

cursed

i’m tagging anyone following me who wants to do this!

[imxthexhandler]

(Mun talks about the muse meme) 👀💕😂💡🔮

OOC: Hey, @ask-the-hidden-thief , I’m just going to put all of these under a cut...

👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance?

Honestly, I love Amelia’s facial expressions. When she’s being very professional, she has a stern yet calm resting face. But she can be very expressive, especially with her eyes and her smirks/smiles, and I love it.

💕Favorite ship for the muse?

Ah, heh. I’m not going to pick a specific ship, because I have a lot of different ones with different partners, and honestly, all of them are very dear to me (and Amelia). I will say that my favorite ships for Amelia are the ones where her significant other helps her take better care of herself or to help her relax and enjoy life. The ones who respect her... Those are the ships I love.

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?

Personally, though Amelia does not find it funny, I think it’s hilarious when she is put into awkward or crazy situations. A few of my personal favorites have been:

Phoe (@phoena ) getting her a collection of Avenger dildos; a Thanksgiving RP I did with @danny-the-shade-blog in which Thor arrived with the Warriors Three and Sif unannounced and Clint and Bucky accidentally messing up her kitchen; a joke RP I’ve done with @skullpoolwriter about the lengths the Avengers go through to make Amelia have a day off; Amelia accidentally calling Coulson ( @firstnamedirector ) “Dad” to his face; Steve ( @sxldierofliberty ) and Amelia nearly getting caught having sex by Bucky and Sam and subsequently being gifted a vibranium bed frame by T’Challa; and then we have Amelia getting almost caught by Alex ( @ask-the-hidden-thief ) staring at half-naked pictures of him in his file.

💡 What inspires you to write the muse?

Answered here!

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future?

Amelia would continue with S.H.I.E.L.D. most likely, till she was forced into a desk job, retirement, or was killed in the line of duty. She is still very much about the job. I would honestly say that the only three (3) ways to get her out of S.H.I.E.L.D. would be her running away to help Captain America after the events of Civil War; finding her brother Joshua and leaving to take care of him; or settling down with children.

I would love her to find her brother (alive), finally learn to forgive herself for what happened with Joshua, learning that she herself has worth and she is enough, and settle down with a spouse, kids, and a dog.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

❛ is that my shirt? ❜ Can Phoe have a tiny Jagnus?? as a treat?? *puppy-dog eyes*

Magnus frowned. He knew that shirt.

Jace was talking about something, probably something important, based on the increasingly frustrated way he paced around.

Yet all Magnus could think was how his thin purple shirt stretched on bulging muscles, enhancing the already drool-worthy shapes.

"Are you even listening to me?!" The shadowhunter growled, annoyed at the lack of reaction, but instead of his usual sassy quip, all that left his mouth was:

"Is that my shirt?"

The angel stopped, his arms falling down to his sides, and-

Was that a blush on his face?!

"No!"

Yes. That was a blush indeed.

Of course you can 💜💜💜

[nataliescatorccio]

Becca! Have a heap of love and appreciation for your talent and the time you put into your GIFs💗💕✨

I'm so sorry to see anons giving you grief over PJO??? If they're bothered by the show, maaaybe they should just blacklist it, instead of trying to hold amazing and talented GIF makers accountable for actions of executives and studios, that's just wild

phoe!!! you are so sweet and kind and amazing always 💕 unfortunately i've come to expect nothing less from tumblr, but you're so right! blacklist exists, the unfollow button exists, the block button exists, and these should be your bffs to make it in the wasteland 💗

[justonemorechapternicercy]

hello, Gen! Tis just I, randomly suggesting: Percy has a youtube channel where he bakes. He just wants to BAKE and share recipes with people but somehow? he accidentally?? makes people fall for him?? so he got egg on his shirt ONCE and took it off on screen? could he PREDICT that people would thirst after him because of that??? no? how?

Percy didn't expect this.

He didn't even expect to be a YouTuber, to be internet famous - but to have fans? To have simps? That was something he never expected even in his wildest dreams.

He just wanted to share his experimentations, his recipes, his love for baking with the citizens of YouTube, and maybe to get by. But...

Oh, gods.

Looking at the video Annabeth sent him, he could do nothing but watch, and blush as a freaking hot Italian guy with the cutest curls started to gush about him.

A whole video of Nico di Angelo drinking wine and talking about - among other things - that one time Percy took off his shirt because he got dirty, titling the video Five Signs That You Are A Simp.

It was embarrassing.

It was kind of awesome.

---

It had never been in Percy's life plan to become internet famous. Growing up, YouTubers and Influencers weren't a thing, and even when he got older, he never thought about becoming one, especially since until university, the only time he could use the internet was in the school's library.

As a child, he wanted to be an archeologist, a horse rider, an Olympic swimmer, mostly generic dreams. Over the years, he found a calling in marine biology - something he found himself pursing even when most of his teachers didn't think he had what it took to study further.

He still got his scholarship, but with saying goodbye to his mother, his life in New York, he had to say hello to his new life - his new life as a broke college student.

During his freshman year, Percy was rooming with a guy called Grover. It didn't take an hour after their first meeting to become best friends, and they stuck together over their time at college, thick as thieves, close as soulmates.

The second year, they rented an apartment together, and it was a bumpy ride to say the least.

"We have to be frugal," Grover had said. "Bye-bye, organic coffee beans," he cried as he looked over their budget.

"Mm," Percy agreed, inwardly wincing at the numbers. It wasn't like he had grew up wealthy, Smelly Gabe made sure there wasn't much money for anything but gambling and alcohol, but life as a college student, even for one with scholarship, wasn't cheap. Even without organic coffee beans.

The YouTube channel was a joke at first. Percy was working at a bakery, always complaining about not being able to experiment and use copious amounts of blue food coloring, so Grover dared him to make something edible out of five specific ingredients (plus the blue food color).

He did it.

It became a big success in their friend group.

And that dare was the start of their channel, Bluekery, where Percy had to make different desserts out of five random - chosen by Grover - ingredients people could find in their kitchen, saying that they had to capitalize Percy's talent. For the greater good.

Their first videos were embarrassing and very, very rudimentary. But they were quick learners, and as their technique for better, their channel started to grow.

It became an internet sensation when, to celebrating their silver plaque, they revealed Percy's face.

It broke the internet when Percy accidentally took off his shirt in front of the camera, forgetting that it was a live video. Three months after the incident, and people still posted and commented about his abs, and "baby seal eyes".

---

"Buongiorno, ragazzi. Mi chiamo Nico, and this is the channel, where I drink wine, teach you Italian while talking about things I'm interested in."

The video started innocently enough. The guy with deep brown, enchanting eyes and lovely voice started to explain some terms in Italian, how simping worked and that contrary to popular belief, while the term is new, the situation it covers is not a modern phenomenon.

And then came the wine.

Dark, deep purple drink swirling around in a wine glass.

"Scusami, Italia, but I have to cheat on you. I got this delicious Port wine from one of my friends, and it would be a shame not to taste it. Or, you know, drink the whole bottle of it."

Taking a sip of it, eyes closed, he let out a soft moan and Percy had a ridiculous thought about whether he looked like this when he pleasured himself.

"Mm, delicious. Like Perseus Jackson without clothes."

It was fortunate that Percy wasn't eating or drinking anything, because he would have spit it out. Now he understood why Annabeth sent the video to him with an angel emoji.

And that comment was just the beginning of Percy's doom. The hot Italian with the sharpest cheekbones started to explain the five sings of simping - with himself simping for Percy as a prime example.

There was only one thing Percy could do.

It's not simping if it's not one-sided ;)

[justonemorechapternicercy]

mmmh how about pregnant!Percy headcanon? After he first finds out because "wtf dad this is a power you should have WARNED ME ABOUT"? Partner of your choice! <3

Oh, wait. This is not a headcanon! 😱

⚠️ Warnings: Tritercy, mpreg, unplanned pregnancy

"What do you mean pregnant?!" Percy shrilled, looking ready to faint as he looked down on his still flat abdomen, as if he was waiting for an alien or a hybrid sparkling vampire baby to rip him apart.

"Well, there's not a lot information about it, but there been other pregnant sons of Poseidon, so it's normal? I think," Will shrugged, not really caring about the fact that with a few words he just destroyed everything Percy knew about the world. Again.

"So... It's... Oh, fuck," Percy whispered, eyes full of betrayal. "He knew."

"What?" The healer asked with furrowed brows. While he still pretended that Percy was a constant annoyance for him, he honestly liked the son of Poseidon, and was concerned about his health. Not his physical, thankfully it seemed the baby didn't cause any unbalance in his blood work, but his mental.

"I... The father of my child. He knew this would happen," Percy whispered, clutching the shirt on his stomach. There was no way he didn't know - being the immortal son of Poseidon himself.

Now the words of adoration about how good he was with kids, the seemingly pregnancy and breeding kink he had had a different connotation. Triton... Triton really wanted to knock him up.

Fuck.

He clenched his hands, his breathing becoming quicker, shakier, just like his control over his powers. He could hear the roar of the ocean in his ears, and the shaking ground under his feet.

"Hey, hey, Percy," Will stepped forward, hands in front of him, like he was getting closer to a frightened horse. "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. We are here for you, whatever happens. You have choices!" The healer said, and continued to murmur soothing words until Percy allowed him to get close enough for a hug.

"What am I gonna do?" Percy whispered in a broken voice.

"First, you calm down. It's not good for you, and if you want to keep them, it's not good for your child either. Then, you are going to eat something before I snitch you to Hazel who will force you to eat, and then, only after then, you will call your dad and your lover why they never told you this could happen. Okay? You don't have to decide now, you are still on the earlier stages of your pregnancy. Just, try not to flood the whole camp," Will added teasingly, but Percy knew it was not a joke. Not really.

He sighed, "Okay."

"Okay," Will repeated, and after a few seconds, he let Percy go from his arms. "I'd say, no fish, but based on the notes of the healers before me, you should eat fish. And algae."

"So lots of sushi in my future?" Percy laughed, and trying not to think about the growing fetus in his body. No. Nothing supernatural was happening. He was just going to eat, then have a nice little chat with his fucking liar of a father and half-brother, then... Then he was going to talk with Sally. His mother would know what he should do.

--

After eating, joking with his friends, pretending he was not dying, screaming, throwing up inside, he marched towards the shore, and screamed, "Poseidon, Triton, get your asses here! Now!"

There was a moment of stillness, before the naiads ran for their lives, not wanting to get between the squabbles of the Underwater family, not even for some gossip. As soon as they were gone, the lake's water was rippling, and the two people he wanted to avoid but needed to see was arriving.

"What is this about, son?" Asked Poseidon strictly, not happy about the way Percy called them.

"Perseus," growled Triton too, but Percy had enough of their bullshit.

"Shut up," he snapped. "When did you want to tell me that I CAN GET PREGNANT?!" Percy screamed.

"What?" Triton furrowed his brows, looking at his father with questions in his eyes. "I thought you knew."

Percy breathed in, and breathed out. Staring into Triton's eyes, he could see the truth in them, and while that didn't make him feeling less angry and betrayed, at least he now knew his lover didn't maliciously lied to him.

His father, on the other hand...

Turning his attention towards Poseidon, he could see the little beads of sweat on the god's forehead.

"I... Percy," the god started. "I wanted to tell you, but then it was the war, and you had amnesia, then another war, and honestly, it is not a big deal, is it?" The god shrugged, looking smaller and smaller in the crossfire of both his sons' glares.

"NOT A BIG DEAL?! What the fuck, dad, this is a power you should have DEFINITELY WARNED ME ABOUT!"

"Father, I agree with Percy! What were you thinking?! I thought he was... He wanted the same thing as I did! That he consented! And now..." The King of Atlantis froze. "Percy..." He started hesitantly, "How... How did you figure out this power of ours?"

"Congratulations, Triton, it's a child!" Percy deadpanned while doing jazz hands. Now, that he had a bit of time to calm down, the problem wasn't that he could get pregnant, or that he got pregnant. It was the fact that nobody deemed it to be important to tell him that he could. Maybe, if he knew about it, he would have been more careful.

As a son of a mortal and a god, he knew exactly what it was like to be a demigod. And his child would be even closer tied to the sea, with both his fathers being the sons of Poseidon.

He wanted to do so many things in his life, before he wanted to think about kids. But looking into Triton's eyes, he knew this was it. He was going to carry their child, he was going to give everything to this kid, and he wasn't going to lose himself while doing it.

But that didn't mean, he was going to forgive and forget that Poseidon didn't give him the heads up that this could happen. And he was going to tell this to his mother - he wanted to see the mighty Sea God covering in front of the literal wrathful goddess that was Sally Blofis.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

I hope I remember correctly, that this is the right day. If not, then consider this as a get well gift, but if it is-

I wish you an amazing day and a very happy birthday, my dear Fee!!! 🥳❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Also, get well soon! ❤️) I adore you @takaraphoenix

(Don't mind the typos and grammar, I was in a rush to finish it in time, so I check them later 😅)

Percy was startled awake by a thumping sound outside of his door. He shot up, battle honed instincts kicking in, but as he realized nobody was in his room, he sighed and fell back into his bed.

Then, another thumping sound came.

"What the fuck," he grumbled, almost falling out of the bed, hoping that whoever was outside of his door would go away. If it would be an emergency, either Nico would just get in, or they would Iris message, so probably it wasn't anything serious.

Another loud thump sounded, followed by something scratching at his door. He froze, thinking all the possible dangers that could be waiting for him. He pulled out his trusty pen, finger ready to uncap it if the something or someone at his door would attack him, and he opened it.

"What do you w-" Percy started, before realizing what he was seeing.

In his doorway, a stupidly large, pitch-black hellhound was, barely standing on its legs. Its smart - too smart - eyes followed his movements suspiciously, eyeing his pen as if it knew what it was, yet it didn't run away.

"Of course… Just my luck," Percy sighed, and put Riptide away. Despite being considered a dangerous hero who killed many monsters, the number of hellhounds that approached him to help them was suspiciously high.

He blamed Mrs. O'Leary.

"Ugh, come in," he said to the whining hellhound, that needed no more to get in and find the warmest, most comfortable place in his apartment - his bed.

"Oh, fucking no! Get down! Bad dog!" He shouted, glaring at the smug overgrown wolf-like creature, but that "little" shit just made a sound that was too similar to a scoff, and made itself even more comfortable. "Okay, let me see what's the problem. Hopefully the sooner we finish it, the sooner I get back my bed," he grumbled.

The monster responded by closing its eyes, and pretending to sleep.

"No, we are not playing this. You either show me your injury - don't think I don't see your blood all over my floor, fuck you -, or get out. I still have three hours before I need to wake up, and I plan to sleep until then. So?" He stated, hands on his hips. The animal opened one eye, and huffed.

"So much attitude," Percy mumbled, then sighed. Rolling his eyes, he left to get the first aid kit, and when he got back, the monster was sound asleep, only letting out small growls and little whimpers. Percy sighed, again, but his eyes softened. If it dared to sleep in an unfamiliar territory - in the territory of a demigod -, it must have been in a really bad shape. He knelt next to the monster, running his fingers across its silky fur, searching for any injuries that might explain the blood trail on his floor, while trying not to think about how drenched his mattress will be.

When he found the injury - a knife wound in his side, probably from a demigod -, the animal, waking up, let out a ferocious growl, but didn't try to bite his hands down.

"Good puppy, I just want to help. Don't try to eat me, because I will fight back and it won't be fun for any of us," he tried to soothe the hellhound, but based on the amused huff it let out, it wasn't really successful. Whatever.

He quickly bandaged the creature, because as much as it irked him to be the go-to guy for hellhounds when injured, he honestly liked helping them. He loved hellhounds - when they didn't try to attack him. And anyways, who could say no to an oversized puppy?!

He couldn't, that's for sure.

Just like he couldn't bring himself to get the monster down from his bed, but not wanting to sleep on the couch either, he decided the bed was big enough for the both of them.

He laid down, carefully not touching the sleeping monster, but as if it sensed that it wasn't alone anymore, it got closer, until it was almost laying on top of him.

"Ugh, fine," Percy grumbled. If he thought it would be difficult to sleep next to - more like, under - a hellhound, he was quite wrong.

It was the best sleep he'd ever had before.

-*-*-

The next day he had to leave before the hellhound woke up, so he left out some raw meat and water in a bowl for it. When he got home, both the food and the drink was gone, but not the hellhound; it was laying on his bed, again.

"Okay, no. I allowed you to sleep in my bed because it was late, and you were bleeding out, but no more bed for you! Come," Percy said, trying to pull the hellhound out of his bed, but his only response was sharp white teeth snarling too close to his neck. "Oh, come on! At least let me change the bed sheet and try to clean the mattress!" Percy was not ashamed to admit he was begging to a monster. It huffed and puffed, but thankfully got down.

"Good puppy," Percy sighed, and the hellhound growled. "Not a puppy then. I should give you a name, I guess… it doesn't seem like you are hurrying to leave me. Are you a girl or a boy?" Percy wondered, but he wasn't expecting an answer, so when the hellhound let out a suspiciously laughing sound, and lifted it's hind leg to show off its - his - bits, he was quite startled.

"Uhh," he let out an involuntary sound, and blushed, quickly tearing his gate away from the hellhound's lower regions. He was not going to go there, he swore, and went back to clean his bed.

"So, boy, huh?" He asked in a forcefully light tone. "What do you think about Remu-'' He didn't get the chance to say the name, the monster's immediate growl shut him up. "So no to Romulus too, right?" The hellhound huffed. "What about Sirius? The dog constellation?" The monster stared at him, a deadpan expression too clear on his face.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You are picky, aren't you? Shadow?" He tried, but his answer was the same. "I don't want to give you a dog name, but I also don't want to give you a name from either mythologies to avoid any offenses. We nixed any Harry Potter connections, but what about other movies? Oz? I liked Oz… he was a chill werewolf. No? All right. Maybe Sherlock? He had a case with a hellhound… but maybe Moriarty would fit you better because you are a pain in my ass…" he mumbled the last part, but the laugh-like bark showed it amused the hellhound.

"So, Moriarty?" He had the impression if the hellhound could raise his eyebrows, he would do it. "I take it as a no then. What else, what else? I don't know any dog-related names, so werewolves, maybe…"

"Lol, your name will be Derek! You are all growl-y like he is! I can almost hear you threatening me that you are gonna rip my throat out with your teeth." He glanced back to the oversized puppy lounging on his dirty clothes he tended to just keep laying on the ground until it was time to wash them, and shook his head. "No. As much as I love Derek, you don't look like a Derek."

He thought about it for a few minutes, and he was almost done with washing the blood out from the mattress, when he found the perfect name. "I got it! Lucian! He is the first Lycan in the Underworld series. I think it would be a cool name for you." The growl that came was different from the ones before. It was almost… content?

"Huh… you like that? Hm, Lucian?"

-*-*-

The days turned into weeks, and even though Lucian's wounds healed, he never left Percy's side. On the contrary - they became inseparable. In the beginning, Percy tried to make the monster leave, but the more he stuck to his side, the more attached Percy became as well. As Lucian got better, he started to followed Percy everywhere. To work, to the Blofis house, to his volunteer work… basically everywhere.

And Percy welcomed it.

He liked having somebody with him, not living alone - not sleeping alone. Lucian was smart and independent, but he bonded with Percy like not even Mrs. O'Leary did. He was not a lover, but not a pet either - he was his friend. His oversized, growl-y, possessive friend that liked to snuggle, follow him even to the bathroom, and make fun of him.

Percy smiled as he fondly looked at the too smart monster, and scratched behind his ears, chuckling at the way he enjoyed the touch. Lucian was not a pet, he hated when Percy tried to act like he was a pet animal, but he sure as hell liked his ear scratches. And belly rubs.

"You are adorable, did you know?" He asked Lucian, who growled, offended, but didn't lean away from Percy's touch. He chuckled, and continued spoiling his companion.

Stretching out on the couch to be more comfortable, Lucian also moved, setting his head on Percy's stomach. He looked at him for a long, drawn out moment, eyes uncomfortably intelligent then huffed and closed his eyes. Percy continued petting the monster absentmindedly as he was staring at something that was on the TV, while his mind was going over some possibilities.

As he was thinking about the different monsters he'd encountered, feeling warm and comfortable, his eyes began to feel heavy, too heavy to open them up. He would just rest them for a b-

-*-*-

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. While hellhounds were smart, smarter than other animals, smarter than animal-presenting monsters, Lucian was something else. His monster was more wolf-like, like a shadow wolf, big, and smart. He understood more than just the basic things, and he could answer with nods and head shakes, disappointed sighs and growls, threats and treats, as if he was the one owning Percy, and not vice versa.

Percy paused, thinking back to all of the interactions he had with others, and Lucian's reactions to them. His monster was jealous, and possessive, never allowing him to touch anybody, to hug, to give friendly kisses. The only two persons he reluctantly allowed to get close to Percy were his mother and his sister. And Percy allowed it, he didn't throw Lucien out, he didn't fight back… he just accepted the possessiveness.

And that was quite telling.

He sighed, leaning back to the pillow. The bulking form of the huge wolf next to him moved, lifting his head up to take a peek at Percy's face.

"I'm yours, aren't I?" He asked in a mild tone. Then, after waiting for a few seconds in the strangely stilted silence, he added, "Lycaon."

The huge wolf froze, then, before Percy could do anything, a strong, muscled man was laying on top of him, holding down his hands as if there was any chance Percy would fight.

"Well, hello there, little hero," the man growled, smirking. Other than his shape, not many things changed; his too smart eyes, his sharp, dangerous teeth and huge form remained the same.

Percy couldn't help but whimper. Lycaon's smile became darker, hungrier. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Percy's neck, just above his artery, feeling the steady rush of blood as Percy's heart beat faster and faster.

"You want this, huh?" Lycaon teased, pressing down his hips, feeling Percy's erection pressing hot and aching against his navel.

"Please," Percy whimpered.

"Well, if you ask me so sweetly," the first werewolf rumbled, and sucked on Percy's inviting neck, teeth digging in just enough to not to tear into flesh, but make it hurt.

"Lycaon," Percy breathed, not daring to move.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Much," the monster added, biting into Percy's neck at the opposite side. When he was going to finish with his lovely little hero - for that night -, his body would be littered with bite marks, making it clear to everyone that Percy Jackson was his.

"Yess," Percy hissed, and Lycaon lost himself in marking every inch of him he could reach, leaving deeper and shallower bite marks, red and angry, bruising, sometimes even bleeding.

Lycaon leaned forward, connecting their lips in a sloppy, bloody, biting kiss, one full of urgency and heat. Percy was whining, squirming under the muscled form, but Lycaon's nails dug into his tights, not letting him do anything.

He hissed as Lycaon pulled away, but he took it as a permission to take off his nightwear. Lycaon was, of course, naked, and Percy's breath hitched as he took a good look at the man. He barely noticed that the werewolf took out the lube from his nightstand, then the click of the tube, but the feel of something wet pressing insistently at his rim had him dropping back onto the mattress, face buried in the pillow as he begged.

"Please, Lycaon! Fuck me, please, give it to me," he whined. Lycaon's fingers slid inside him without warning, but that was exactly what he wanted. The burn, the pain, the pleasure. He clenched down around the fingers, and as they moved inside him, all he wished for was to feel the heat of Lycaon pushing into him, the pain of his cock tearing him open.

Both of them were impatient, but Lycaon was surprisingly thorough with his preparation, more gentle than Percy expected it.

But he wanted more, and he wasn't ashamed to let his monster know it. "Just fuck me already," he begged. Slowly pulling his fingers out, Lycaon lubed his cock, and pressed the head against Percy's hole.

"You get what you asked for, little bitch," Lycaon growled, and pushed his cock into the waiting hole, offering no adjustment time. Percy screamed. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much, but in all the best ways. His knees buckled, but he couldn't fall onto his stomach fully, because Lycaon grabbed his hips, steadying him. He swore he could feel the werewolf's cock in his throat, it was so deep in him. He could feel the base of what he could only assume Lycaon's knot against hole and his cock throbbed, his inside quivered at the thought of having that inside him.

Percy whined and as Lycaon moved, everything fell away, nothing mattered anymore. He could hear Lycaon groaning, a sound so feral and wild as he bottomed again and again, grinding deep with every thrust. The big cock tearing him apart, the sharp teeth littering bites across his shoulders, the deep growls of satisfaction… Everything felt too much, yet not enough.

Lycaon fucked into him fast, taking and taking until Percy could barely think of anything but the monster cock filling him up. Lycaon's hands held him in an almost punishing grip, and his growled degrading words opened something in Percy he didn't know existed. He didn't know he enjoyed being a monster's bitch, but if it was Lycaon, he would gladly be that monster's 'little insatiable bitch'.

The bones in his hips were aching from the pressure, his neck felt like it was torn apart, but it was delicious and Percy couldn't get enough of the reminders that he was Lycaon's and Lycaon was his.

"So good for me," he grunted. "Good little bitch. My little bitch." The werewolf fucked him harder, deeper, both of them getting closer to the edge, consumed by their need to come.

Lycaon hauled him up, his chest pressed against his back, a hand in his hair holding him in a kneeling position. He went like a puppet after it's master, almost lifelessly hanging from the werewolf's grip. He felt the knot growing against his hole, and he felt the overwhelming need to feel himself impaled on Lycaon's knot. "Knot me, please," he begged.

"My little bitch wants to be filled with my knot? Wants me to knot him and fill him full?" Lycaon teased, but not able to hold him back anymore, he pushed it in. Percy's never been so full in his entire life, as he took and took and took Lycaon's warm come into his stomach, teeth sunk deep into his shoulder in a final claiming mark. He tried to wrap a hand around his own cock to finally come, but his limbs didn't want to do their jobs properly. He couldn't even lift his hand, and the whine that left his lips was entirely involuntary.

"Does my little bitch wants to come? Hm?" Lycaon asked, biting into Percy's ear, but not wanting an answer, he laid Percy back down on the mattress, and with the hand he'd been holding Percy up by his hair, he tugged on the demigod's cock for a few times until everything went white for Percy.

It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, and he had the feeling it wasn't going to be the last. Percy was certain it was just the beginning - and as soon as Lycaon's knot allowed it, they could start to prove it.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

okay so my brain kinda continued on at the end of your last anon's ask: Ares and Hephaestus competing against each other for Percy - and Aphrodite unexpectedly snatching him away with her superior strap-game (also she always has pretty dresses to bribe Percy with) and the guys are left Pikachu-faced because wait that's unfair that wasn't even an option he should have picked between THEM!!! :O

Your brain is an amazing place 💙💙💙 But I always knew it 😌💙

Percy tries out both of the guys in the room, so Hera let's them out. The gods believe they - as in, one of them - have Percy, and they brag and fight about it. Meanwhile, they don't even notice Aphrodite seducing Percy, and not only having sex with him, but more importantly, keeping him. Because yes, of course, she is better than her husband and her lover together. Duh.

She takes better care of him too. Poseidon approves. Sally too.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

ALSO absolutely NOTORIOUS multishipper! HUGE red flag! Will lure you in with ships you like and then just bait with MORE ships :/

😈 You unveiled my evil plan 😈 for that, you deserve this!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Percy held his hands out as if he was fighting off an invisible attack. "You mean to tell me, that ALL of those who spend a lot of time with me, who tries to protect me, who says they love me, are, in fact, in love with me?!" Percy exclaimed in visible shock. Oh, to be an oblivious idiot...

"Yes," Nico nodded, the others, who gathered around Percy when they heard his lament, nodded as well.

"Rachel?" He searched for the redhead in desperation. She smirked, and nodded.

"You know, I love you. Me, being the Oracle didn't change my feelings," she shrugged. Percy blushed.

Suddenly, it hit him. "Nico?!" He shouted, shocked.

"You idiot," the Italian drawled. "Of course, I'm in love with you," he stated, like he didn't change Percy's world view with just a few words.

"I... I..." He stammered.

"Princess, you could ask any name, and they would tell you, they are in love with you, you oblivious idiot," Clarisse huffed. Percy's eyes found her immediately, and behind her bravado, it was..

"Oh... You love me too," he whispered. The brunette demigod scowled, and rolled her eyes, but the light pink on her cheeks betrayed her feelings.

"Of course, she does. We all love you sweetie. Right, Charlie?" Silena's soft voice said, and Beckendorf nodded seriously.

"So, if you want to try out what it feels like to be with a pair of siblings," Travis motioned towards him and Connor, "or with a brooding punk," he nodded towards Nico, "or with a blondie with a serious case of repressed feralness," pointed towards Jason, "or even with gods, or Amazons, you have the chance to choose," the Stoll finished his speech with a shrug.

Percy stood there, mouth agape with incredulity.

"But... I love you, guys... I... Love you all... How could I choose between any of you?!" He shouted desperately, when he realized, that he got more than he wished for. He wanted to know which one of his friends loved him romantically to try his chance with them and forget about the others, and not this! He couldn't choose!

It was madness!

"Ugh, should have known he would be like this... The lovable prick," grumbled Clarisse. "Punny Percy, we don't want you to choose. We are telling you, we are ready to share you."

And that was the perfect moment for Percy's mind to shut down, and faint.